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Chapter 37 Wants to Be a Swamp Monster
🕑 Added 2025-10-12 14:37:07 +0000 UTCShameless! Is it time to do this kind of thing during the day? Zatanna felt her cheeks grow hot. She took off her tall magic hat and threw it away. The hat spun in the air as if it had wings, turned several times, and hung itself neatly on a hanger.
She put aside the distracting thoughts in her mind. Her plan to use news and newspapers to find her father needed to rely on magic performances, and this method would not work in the short term. Zatanna had held this magic show with a sense of luck, but the audience had encountered three incidents in a row. I'm afraid no one would want to watch another one in the short term.
She decided to rely on Gotham's local powers to find her father. It had been several days since she had come to Gotham, but she had heard many people say that there was an elusive guy in the city, whose logo was in the shape of a bat. He could go from heaven to earth, was almost omnipotent, and was known as Batman.
If I can catch this guy… Zatanna's eyes gradually brightened.
Riding his motorcycle back to his apartment on the nineteenth floor, Connors was not surprised to see that the originally minimalistly decorated room was now covered with vines. He had just opened the door and hadn't gotten into the house yet when Harley Quinn jumped over with an expression of anticipation.
“Red, what is your plan?”
But the first thing Connors had to deal with at the moment was not to state his plans, but to look at “Poison Ivy” Ivy sitting on the couch as leisurely as if she were in her own home.
“You should also realize that I, like you, have ‘the Green of All Things.’ Let’s get to know each other formally. My name is…”
“No need. Harley Quinn stayed with me for a few days, chanting your name almost every moment. I even doubted if I was being brainwashed by her,” Ivy interrupted Connors. “I came to Gotham just to find the guy who moved my ‘Green of All Things,’ but I didn’t expect that person to be you.”
It turned out it was for me. Connors nodded and followed “Poison Ivy” Ivy's words and asked, “Then what's the matter with you coming to me?”
“To come kill you,” Ivy said, speaking frightening things in a light tone.
But Connors's spider-sensation did not detect a hint of murderous intent, and the presence of the Green of All Things prevented him from becoming just an ordinary human in “Poison Ivy's” eyes. He was therefore only secretly on guard and did not make much movement.
Harley, on the other hand, was immediately alert. She grabbed “Poison Ivy” Ivy's arm and shook it hard. “Ivy, you promised before that you wouldn't kill Red—”
“Poison Ivy” Ivy was dressed coolly. Although she was no longer considered a human being in a strict sense, after all, there was still not much difference in the appearance and structure of her body, except for her skin color. This led, with Harley Quinn grabbing and shaking her arm hard, to driving Ivy's chest up and down with the waves.
“I promised you before because I didn’t know that the ‘Red’ you were talking about was this man with the Green of All Things. But don’t worry, I’m not killing him now.” “Poison Ivy” Ivy comforted her, but the comforting effect was really not very good; Harley Quinn rocked her harder.
Connors was very curious. He and “Poison Ivy” had no grudges, yet she wanted to kill him. He simply opened his mouth and asked, “Logically speaking, I have the Green of All Things. We are the same kind of people. Why did you kill me?”
As soon as this sentence was asked, “Poison Ivy” Ivy's skin was stained with a touch of pink visible to the naked eye, but it quickly returned to normal. “I want to be a swamp monster.”
“…” The first thing that came to Connors's mind was the figure from the cartoon, made up of plants, stinking, and at first glance looking like something out of Cthulhu.
Seeing that Connors was silent, “Poison Ivy” Ivy smiled and comforted him. “Don't worry, your ‘Green of All Things’ is still very weak now. I will wait until you grow up and become strong enough before taking action.”
“The two of our ‘Greens of All Things’ together should be enough to make me a swamp monster, so that I can control the plants of the entire world and make humans disappear completely.”
“While at the stadium, I noticed that you were able to grow your ‘Green of All Things’ by absorbing my toxin spores. Maybe we could try another, quicker way.”
“…” Connors understood. He was being treated as a child bride… no, a child husband.
“What method?” Harley Quinn stopped shaking Ivy and asked curiously.
A blush flashed across Ivy's face and she didn't answer. She didn't answer, but Connors knew what the other way was. Fortunately, this was Gotham, the world of American comics. In any world where immortality was cultivated, “Poison Ivy” would be the leader of some kind of pleasure sect.
“Have you never thought that when I am strong enough, you will no longer be able to kill me?” Connors asked.
“It doesn't matter.” Ivy took away the hand that Harley still held onto her arm. “If I can't be a swamp monster, then I'll figure out how to make you a swamp monster. It doesn't matter what, as long as I can turn this world green.”
I'm afraid you haven't gotten the memo about DC's future… Connors complained in his heart.
“Poison Ivy” Ivy seemed ambitious about the future, but her attitude was bad. He did not continue this topic and turned to Harley Quinn. “Harley, now it's time to talk to you about my plans—interested in joining me in putting Batman in Arkham Asylum?”
Harley Quinn’s big eyes lit up. “Okay! That’s sure to be big news! But how exactly?”
“Poison Ivy,” who was on the side, did not speak, but her ears were quietly pricked up.
“I'll go discuss it with Batman and see if he agrees to go in,” Connors said.
“…Negotiation?” Harley Quinn couldn't understand. “Consulting with Batman about putting him in Arkham Asylum?”
“Right,” Connors took it for granted. He was indeed ready to go to Batman and discuss going to Arkham for a few days—verbally, not physically.
Ivy looked left and right, and for a moment she couldn't tell who was the madman, Harley Quinn or Connors. She hesitated for a moment and also said, “Then… can you bring me along for your plan?”
Connors and Harley looked at her at the same time. “What are you doing?” they asked in unison. Connors did not understand what motivated “Poison Ivy,” and Harley feared Ivy would steal her limelight once again.
“I want to go see the fun,” Ivy said, looking as if it were a given, just like Connors had before.
You like eating melons too? Connors glanced at Ivy doubtfully but did not stop her. Anyway, the Melon-eating System judged the size of melons based on “the more people that participate, the stronger their strength, the greater the reward.” “Poison Ivy” Ivy's participation in the action had only advantages and no disadvantages for him.
Although the plan sounded outrageous, Harley Quinn still walked quickly towards the door of the apartment, leaving as soon as she could, acting vigorously and resolutely.
“Wait, Harley,” Connors stopped her. Three people, one motorcycle—it couldn't fit them. And it was too awkward to rent a taxi… Which superhero or villain took a taxi everywhere when they went out to do errands?
Connors had to make a trip to “Catwoman” Selina to get back the supercar that Mr. Wayne had given him before he could carry out this operation.
“So, you're going to drive the car Batman sent you to discuss with Batman sending Batman into Arkham?” Ivy made a summary of what Connors was going to do.
“Yes,” Connors affirmed.
“Then I'll go with you,” Ivy looked lively.
“Motorcycles can only seat two people…” Connors was a little embarrassed. The motorcycle “Catwoman” Selina had left for him was not a moped; he couldn't let Harley Quinn squat in the front facing him. Besides, even if she could, that way of traveling was really a bit outrageous. That wasn't a supervillain, but some kind of punk kid.
“Then I won't go. Just get the car back. I'm not interested in it,” Harley Quinn said, then lay excitedly on the sofa, turned on the TV, and expected that the news columns would focus on reporting his own affairs in the future.
Connors and “Poison Ivy” Ivy glanced at each other. Ivy's face showed a pink color, and Connors was thoughtful.
Is this her taking advantage of this opportunity to try that “faster method” with me?
